I looked at my feet. For some reason, it was the only thing I was comfortable looking at for the moment. I pondered why the sight of my feet captured my attention so much. Should I see how fast they would carry me away from this? Perhaps a moment to reflect upon the purchase of my new block heeled boots, almost military style that I had invested my own cash on only a week ago.
Finally bored with the dull sheen of my black boots, I looked up to see my date talking to his friends again. I wondered why he even bothered to bring me along. Since he had picked me up down at the end of the street (so my mom wouldn't ask a lot of questions), I had been paid very little attention. Sure, there was the great make-out session when he first picked me up, when he had thrust his tongue down my throat and felt up my breasts. But since then, when we stopped to pick up his friends, four who piled in the back of his SUV and one who squeezed up front with us, he seemed to barely acknowledge my existence.
I thought back to yesterday, when I met Rick at the Wal-Mart. Julie and I had gotten a drop off from her mom and we were just wandering around aimlessly, chatting about school and looking at stuff, when there he was, stocking the paper towels. He was so cute, his tight khaki pants, long pony tail tied back, rough, handsome face.
After giggling and ogling for an eternity, I finally walked up the aisle and he smiled at me. A singular, magical moment that offered the opportunity to ask which towel was most absorbent for the sole purpose of getting close to him and hearing his laugh. He was even cuter up close, long strands of light brown hair tousled wildly around his cute face. He smelled so good; I inhaled the air through my nose hoping for another sniff of his cologne.
I flirted awhile and Rick flirted back. Before I left, he checked both ways down the aisle and delivered a long, deep kiss, his tongue invading my mouth and sucking the breath from me. He had groped my ass over my tight denim jeans and pulled me so tight that I could feel the bulge in his pants pressing against my belly. He was taller, a good ten or more inches taller in fact, standing about six feet tall to my petite five foot one frame.
The kiss was so long, so wonderful. His tongue was in perfect harmony with mine as they met inside our mouths. It was possibly the best kiss I have ever had. Surely not the first, but it was definitely a first for me. He was a college boy.
Now, here I was, in his presence, in what I anticipated would be a private date, one on one, but turned out to be a group gathering. To say I felt out of place was an understatement. Here they were, all friends in the same college, discussing this class and that teacher and the other students. I had not a single point of reference as the discussion continued. I tried to relate, to add to the conversation about how much I despised my biology teacher. The reference was wasted except that one of the girls giggled that she remembered said teacher from her 'younger' days.
Rick finally acknowledged me again as he broke off from his laughing friends and smiled at me. That smile made the solace so much more bearable. Then he walked over to me and leaned in to talk over the sounds blasting from the radio.
"We are going to Jack's place to party for awhile. You up for that?"
Was I up for that? Hell yes! A college party! I would be the envy of the entire high school. I tried to be nonchalant however, and merely shrugged. "If you want to."
"Cool." Came the simple reply. "It is a bit of a drive; do you need to use the bathroom?"
The other three girls in the group were huddled together laughing about something and I wondered if it had anything to do with me. I felt suddenly very self conscious. Rick made the impression it was now or never and feeling a twinge at the mention of the bathroom, I decided to grasp a moment of peace away from the every scrutinizing eyes of the college girls. "Umm. Okay, I'll be right back." I walked across the parking lot and headed into the pool hall where I had seen everyone else go when they needed to. I was stopped at the door by a huge black man with a bald head. "Where do you think you are going?" He said in a very deep and commanding voice that made me stop dead in my tracks.
"I ... erm ... I just wanted to use the ladies room." I managed to reply. This guy was huge and intimidating. A perfect doorman.
"You have an ID girl? You know you have to be eighteen to come in here." The resounding voice thundered back at me. Fear swept over me. I was indeed eighteen, but I didn't have my driver's license with me, having opted not to carry a purse.
I was about to turn around and hold it when the three college girls came up behind me. "Stop giving her such a hard time Joe. She's with us." This from the tall, thin blonde that I would learn to know as Lisa.
"Aight." Joe smiled to her. "Just get her in and out so no one asks me why I didn't card her little ass."
I blushed at the mention of my 'little ass'. The three girls just laughed and Lisa took my hand and they ushered me across the pool hall to the bathrooms in the back.
I felt even younger as we crossed the hall and I elicited the stares of many of the older patrons, mostly rough looking men and some rough looking women too. I told myself over and over not to make eye contact and I didn't. I felt relieved when we got to the ladies room and suddenly felt a strong urge to just relieve myself and get out of this place. I started for a stall and Lisa pushed in front of me.
She turned when I almost ran into her and said, "Oh sorry, I really have to go if you don't mind." Rude, but I just smiled back and stepped off to the side.
One of the other girls entered the other stall, leaving me to wait outside with the third girl. The sound of urine splashing on the other side of the stalls did nothing but enhance my need for release. At length, I looked up at last to see the petite brunette, just around my height, but with a much smaller chest, looking back at me with a smirk on her face. She was wearing a pair of black booty shorts, leaving a peek of her ass cheeks extending out. Her belly was bare, revealing a belly button ring, topped by a cami top that came just below her breasts. Her long brown hair hung down over her shoulders and half way down her back and her huge brown eyes were piercing, almost painfully.
"I guess you know my name is Carrie," I finally whispered. I felt like such a kid around these girls. It was so unlike me to be intimidated by anyone, but this group had made a point of excluding me from the moment they got into the car.
"Yeah." The pretty brunette replied. She seemed mean. I turned my gaze again to my boots.
The girl laughed. "I'm Jess, that was Lisa who was ahead of you and the other is Karissa."
